I pulled the suitcase down from its hiding place high up in my bedroom loft. I brushed off the dust and opened it. Years ago, I'd opened this suitcase and got my heart out. I'd decided to love despite the risk. Chosen to take the plunge. I wasn't going to shrink at the sight of love. I was going to give my heart away and if it got broken, I'd hold it but only till I found someone else to give it to. But when I met you, you changed my way of thinking. I didn't know a person could hurt as much as this. Didn't know I could feel this much pain. You made me afraid. Afraid of loving anyone as much as I love you because then they'd have so much power over me. Much like you do. So I got the suitcase out and I'm placing my heart back in there. I'm putting my love for you in a box and I'm going to lock it up forever. Sure I'll still be your friend but I'll never let myself love you this much again. Call me a coward if you will, I'll never let myself love another this much again.
You came back about a month ago, two years after you left the country. It was only six months after the wedding and still you wonder what happened to your merry bride? I see you looking at me curiously from the corner of your eye as you cuddle the child you've only just seen. You haven't said a thing, but I know you're thinking it. What happened to the girl you left behind? The one who adored you, who worshipped the very ground you trod. The girl who would have given heaven and earth just to make you happy. Husband mine; she died. In her place is a woman. Birthed by a lonely heart, in a cold bed, amidst the night shadows of a bleak room.